#188

Life Abounds

Hope salted with a silent frustration, hope for others but more for myself.

The vision is alive, the living, breathing beast of thought.

That ever present hope for a future without, locked in my realm of thought,

My magnum opus, my work of art, the tapestry of my life.

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